I was intrigued by the Hard Case Crime imprint. With the mission statement put out by co-founder, Charles Ardai that the imprint is part, a preservation effort, reprinting out of print pulp books and lost gems of known pulp fiction writers that would see ink on paper for the first time while another part, a purist reproduction, putting out new books by present day authors writing pulp style crime fiction tweaked with modern or current day sensibilities as if the pulp magazine and dime novels publishing houses that inspired co-founders, Ardai and Phillips like Black Mask Magazine or Gold Medal Books were still publishing to this day. The imprint not only brought contrast when placed alongside the current day mainstream crime fiction offerings but Ardai and Phillips created a sense of a highly curated feel to their catalogue through the designs and the general aesthetics of the books they publishes that in turn, produced a semblance of exclusivity to their imprint. Intrigued? Why wouldn't I be.
The first ever novel of Hard Case Crime I've read was The Colorado Kid by Stephen King. Because it's King. It's the only Hard Case Crime book that's everywhere and readily available besides his two other Hard Case Crime novels. Some might not know this, but King does in fact write things that aren't just horror, he does write mystery, thriller, plain jane crime fiction and horror-adjacent dark fictions. Ardai has often hype the novel up, the thirteenth published and the last through the imprint in its original deal and is forever grateful to a superstar level writer such as King whose contribution was not only writing a book in his imprint, but is also among the reason why the Hard Case Crime imprint was serendipitously able to chug along in its infancy years, publishing beyond the original number of books in a deal with Dorchester Publishing, the publisher that Hard Case Crime was a part of, without any disruptions due to the high sales number from that King's book. For me however, I did not like The Colorado Kid at all. It does not fit the second point of the imprint's mission statement as a purist reproduction of pulp fiction. It's a mystery novel that isn't really about the mystery in a narrative sense but more of a deconstruction of the nature of mystery as a whole. In my opinion, it would've work better if it was a non-fiction musing essay instead. Also, King to me is just not pulp like Lawrence Block, Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Mickey Spillane or Isaac Poole were but the mainstream mass-paperback genre fictions that replaces pulp.
Little Girl Lost by Richard Aleas is the fourth book published through the imprint and is only the second original novel at that point and it fits the second point of Hard Case Crime's mission statement to a tee. It's not exactly a 1:1 recreation but an eclectic continuation of hardboiled as if Gold Medal Books was still operating and put out this book in the 2000s. Little Girl Lost is not a period piece taking place in the 30s or 40s when the elements and tropes of hardboiled fiction doesn't look out of place but sets in a more recent time period or at least contemporaneous to the year it was published of 2004 yet, Aleas' writing was still strictly hardboiled and does genuinely feels it and not at all reads like a pastiche. It does very much contrast with modern (at the time and also even now in 2025) detective thriller or mystery novels where some tried to be "hardboiled" or have an element of it but the machismo and rouge loner protagonist who don't play by the rules trope and writing in general feels over the top or incongruous. Little Girl Lost very much harkens to the Matthew Scudder books of Lawrence Block which are hardboiled private eye novels set in 70s New York, long after the golden age of pulp detective novels.
There is a subversion to Little Girl Lost and that's in the form of its protagonist who is not the typical harden tough-guy archetype, instead John Blake is a bespectacled, lean, college dropout and relatively young private investigator. He gets beat-up instead of being the one that dishes out the punches. Though that doesn't really alter much of the hardboiled detective fiction dynamic aside from the protagonist making different stylistic choice in the way he conducts his investigation. Blake is still very much a "white knight" in a hardboiled narrative and the world it sets in is less of a corrupt city but one that lacks empathy and paranoid in a New York City not too long after 9/11.
The story is told from the first person POV of Blake and the opening I would say, was risky in that it opened with Blake finding out that his high school sweetheart, Miranda Sugarman was found dead on the roof of a strip club before going on to a flashback of the two in high school then immediately back to Blake in the present day jumping into the investigation before establishing Blake is a P.I. The cold open worked because it, like the entire narrative of the novel as a whole was told in a vignette style flashes held together only by Blake's narration and use of dialogue to give clues to readers on what's going on and where's the investigation going without being expository or outright tells me. In the final third when the narrative have thin the herd of suspects, it was almost interactive in the way the story offered me clues to solve the mystery of Miranda's death before Blake does. Aleas is really amazing at show not tell which one of the most basic principle of writing yet far too often this is one that a lot of writer struggles with.
The prose are short, clipped and simple with sparse usage of adverbs and adjective. The sentence by sentence craft were declarative without extensive description or elaboration and Aleas let the scene speak for itself. It works at creating this moody, very paranoia-laden, immediate post-9/11 New York well. The plot was also tight despite the many layers and Aleas never loses track of his story while demonstrating Blake’s strengths and weaknesses as both a moral character and a problem-solver to get through the puzzle surrounding his "little girl lost."
All in all, it's not the most original or astounding hardboiled detective story but it doesn't have to be as long as it can just be a very readable modern reproduction of pulp-style crime fiction to be a prove of concept that the imprint can work and work well. This was that but also smartly written that does the basics well. It also made me curious about Richard Aleas because this was a well above average for a debut and one that really fits the imprint. It turns out that Richard Aleas is a penname for Charles Ardai himself and not only was Aleas a play on alias but it's an anagram for Ardai's name.